Judas:
It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
That a man like you can waste his time on women of her kind
Yes I can understand that she amuses
But to let her stroke you, kiss your hair is hardly
in your line
It's not that I object to her profession
But she doesn't fit in well with what you teach and say
It doesn't help us if you're inconsistent
They only need a small excuse to put us all away

Jesus:
Who are you to criticise her? Who are you to despise her?
Leave her, leave her, let her be now
Leave her, leave her, she's with me now
If your slate is clean - then you can throw stones
If your slate is not then leave her alone
I'm amazed that a man like you can be so shallow thick
and slow
There is no man among you who knows or cares if I come or go

All (save Judas):
No you're wrong! You're very wrong!
How can you say that!